I think we’re over the hump, apartment renovation wise. Yes I have a living room!! And bedroom. I mean they look habitable and decluttered. Had a useless kitchen cabinet. Nobody could figure out the problem. Change of knobs and screws and a few other minor things, and yes I have a kitchen cabinet!

There’s a new 3WW below this. This post has become about Marty TankleffNew York State has begun an investigation. It boggles the mind that with all the evidence they have against another person and none against Marty the DA’s office probably wants him to accept a plea bargain My father died around the time of Marty’s appeal. That was almost seventeen years ago. My parents were in awe of Marty’s aunt and uncle and their relentless work to have Marty freed. They were friends.

This case happened in Suffolk County, Long Island in a rich, supposedly sophisticated community

As soon as the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Tankleff were found, Martin Tankleff accused his father’s embittered business partner, Jerard Steuerman, of being involved. Mr. Tankleff and his supporters have complained for years that the police never investigated Mr. Steuerman as a suspect even though he owed Seymour Tankleff $500,000, was in the house the night of the attacks, left suicide notes a week later, changed his appearance and fled to California under an assumed name.

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Once I did write on subjects other than the blogging mojos. I cleaned up the post. I do write differently now.

It’s been raining since last night. At times there’s been thunder and lightening but it’s cold and my building either has too much heat or no heat. It’s the later tonight. I had a 10:30 dentist appointment, and left for it at 9:45. Most people wouldn’t have even bothered trying to get a cab but would have taken a crosstown bus and another going down Fifth. But would I? No. I think I’m made of money and always rationalize that since I would have walked if the weather had been nice…

It took fifteen minutes to get a cab; my building entrance is off Riverside Drive, and cabs are on West End, so having a doorman does absolutely no good in a rain/cab situation.

Got in the cab and for some reason looked for my wallet. I had left it home. We finally got to the building. The fare was $6.50 and I found $6.82, I gave him $6.80 and apologized for the 30 cent tip.

The cab driver could have come from infinite ethnic groups, had a familiar but not instantly placeable accent, and his name had been Americanized which I found strange. He threw money back to me.

“What did you do that for?”

“Too little money.”

Usually I overtip for karma but I just didn’t have it. The dentists office suite is in a large building my sister and I cleverly call “the dentists building,” because there are so many dentists. It’s on Fifth and 61st; just two blocks from my old apartment, and many people still call it “the new building,” though it was built 20something years ago.

I held up one of the quarters he had thrown:
“I gave you $2.75 in quarters plus four singles.”
“No. My money.”
“No. That was my laundry money.”

Laundry money is sacred. People who don’t have washer dryers, don’t have washer dryers in their building that accepts a card, or send their laundry out collect quarters. It hurt when I counted the quarters and gave it to him. I’m the person who always figures out the check.

I have never cheated a person out of money. It’s not who I am.

He tried locking me in the cab. I waved to a doorman who came over, and the cab driver had to let me out. Now I didn’t have any money to tip the doorman. While I don’t live in this building, I spend more time in than some people who work in it. The doormen are wonderful.

All the money I have spent on Karma this past year was gone in two minutes.

Never have a checkbook with me, but I was going to deposit a check and had brought it with me instead of my wallet; the onset of dementia, I know.

Though I’m naturally too fast, I slow myself down to do things extra carefully; otherwise I make truly stupid mistakes. I gave my dentist a check for $20, and was able to get home.

The dentist appointment was virtually pain free; I walked down to Barneys and got a cab immediately. Had been planning to go to Barneys but without credit cards or a bank card…or any ID to show with my check, the safest and only place for me to be was home.

Don’t give up all your hard spent Karma. Never forget your money

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This is a story I’m a bit too proud of. It’s a courting classic. There is a new 3WW two posts below and the post below this is light and very New Yawk.

From now until July I will only be posting Friday Flashbacks and maybe 3WW’s. It depends on how much work I get done. I do want much beach time. Courting might go on hiatus. Haven’t decided yet.

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This is mostly extraneous to the story I’m telling, but good background, for something. We were young and hot though we were the last two to believe that part. Don’t know why; enough people told us, wanted to know us, or marry us. Lucia was a four by 40 girl. This story takes place before the fourth marriage. I was a Maid (or Matron) of Honor more than most women; and I’m only counting Lucia’s weddings. She used to compare herself to Elizabeth Taylor:
“I believe in marrying them, not living with them.”
I’m more the let’s live together, not get married type.
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It was a hot June night. Not hot as in oppressive, I want to die weather like today, but hot enough. In New York, the hottest part of the day is always dusk when the heat’s had time to settle on the cement, and the buildings seem to ooze both heat and drops of hot water from the air conditioners. The steam rises both from the street, and subway gratings, and it can feel as if you’re trapped in a manhole cover or a pot of not quite boiling water. One thing you learn in New York early and never forget: heat rises. Continue Reading »

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